What would you do if I told you I knew a big, juicy secret? Now, due to the words "big" and "juicy", and knowing I was from Rosewood, you would probably think it was about one of many hook-ups at a typical Friday night party. Maybe you would even use your knowledge about teenagers here and think that some hardcore Christian was caught French kissing her cousin.
But, trust me, those secrets don't even come close to mine. In fact, it's something that all of town is, well, "dying" to know.
That's right, you guessed it: It's about Alison DiLaurentis.
I know who murdered her.
I used to be her best friend. Back in the sixth grade, we did literally everything together, from perfecting kissing (her favorite, don't ask) to sharing secrets. Alison was the best at secrets. She had this amazing trait where she could convince anyone to trust her, from the typical school slut to a gothic nobody, she knew everything there was to know. But it wasn't a good thing.
By the time we were juniors in high school, people started to realize her pattern, and they began to hate her. Of course, I always loved her and accepted her flaws, and she always told me everything.
But come June before senior year, she just got quiet. Our late night movie marathons became less frequent, the secrets she told were not as interesting, and she always seemed very scared.
A few weeks later, she was having a sleepover with whom I liked to call "the bitch clique", because as much as Alison loved the four girls, she spent so much time with them and less with me. Due to this, I was home alone on a stormy, scary night. All of the sudden, I heard a knock on the door. I ran downstairs and opened it, only to be greeted by five people in masks. They kidnapped me and held me captive in a basement.
We'll let you leave once we take care of some business, they occasionally told me.
The business they were talking about was murdering Alison, and it was later revealed to me that I was kidnapped by Jenna, Melissa, Ian, Garrett, and the real killer.
That's right, I know who killed Alison. The murder of the decade, the mystery of the lifetime, the mind-blowing secret everyone wants to know!
But, like Alison, what fun are secrets if they don't involve games?
So, let's play a little game.
I'll share my story with you, and chapter by chapter, you can uncover the true identity of the killer.
The rules are simple: A minimum of five reviews per chapter, and you are encouraged to share my story with all of your close friends.
But, remember, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.
Let the games begin.